Thanks to Prinnie for Beta reading and for glicine with the help plotting. Luv you guys!

Jennifer xo :I hope this fulfills your expectations.

HOUSEM.D.FanForever:I'm intrigued to how to take it to where I want it. Hugs thanks for the review!

Insanehouseaddict: soon enough grins ??

Critical Blues: I was supposed to set an emphasis mark, I simply didn't. I'm prominent for such typos.

Huddyaddicted: Me luvs you so much!

Would the patient think I'm crazy if I start hitting my forehead on the desk? I'm not sure, maybe House's entrance confused her enough...

'Hey Jimmy. Just popping in to ask if you're still selling organs to Mexico since I have this patient downstairs...Ohhhh, you are in a meeting. Not sorry to interrupt. From your brows I take it that you guys are done.'

House's head was leaning through the opened door, his smirk huge until turning to the woman sitting before Wilson's desk and frowning.

'I was trying to tell you in a polite way to leave, Lady.'

The woman scoffed at House and then turned back to Wilson, who's frown seemed more than mildly irritated.

'Miss Andrews, I am terribly sorry for this...'

'No he isn't.'

'House! ...Miss Andrews if you would excuse us for a second and wait outside I will clear this up and send this lunatic back to the psychiatric department.'

'You didn't call me crazy last night Jimmy boy.'

Greg batted his eyelashes as he opened the door fully and waltzed in, if you could call it that, coming to stand next to the annoyed and unnerved woman and looking down at her almost sweetly.

'He commented on my cane size.'

In a hurry Ms Anderson stood and left the office giving Wilson a disgusted look while James himself rubbed a tired hand over his face and sighed.

'What was it again you wanted?'

Why always me...?

A crinkled notepad paper was slapped down onto the middle of his desk, sketched over haphazardly with a pencil, revealing an address.

'What is this?'

'It's from Cuddy's notepad. She must've ripped the first page out after writing on it and then she thought she could hide it from me by throwing this away. I guess little Cuddykins pressed down hard with her pen, since her handwriting's etched onto the next 3 pages , exhibit A.' House pointed down on the paper. 'I took a pencil and sketched over it.'

He shrugged nonchalantly and flopped down on Wilson's couch, rubbing his chin as if deep in thought.

'You...broke into Cuddy's office, again, went through her belongings, again and then found this and thought: It'd be fun to sketch over it, And 'tada' you come up with the random address that could

basically mean anything?'

'See this is where you're wrong dear James. It doesn't mean anything. And don't try to hide it from me any longer. After years of prodding by Sarah and even you, Cuddy has finally decided to take a vacation, or shall I say go AWOL. Don't deny it. She's probably already asked you if you could play Satan for a while until she comes back. So I guess you do know what this is.'

I could run away again but then he would know it's true. I only promised Cuddy to withhold that information as long as possible. At least she made it home by now.

'Are you talking to yourself again? I thought you were over that phase?'

Visibly snapping out of his thoughts by jumping in his chair, Wilson looked at House guiltily, begging with furrowed brows that House would not make him say the words.

'You two thought you could hide this?'

Snorting House stood and grabbed the paper from Wilson's desk, shaking his head in disbelieve.

'Seems like I'm leaving early today.'

'Why can't you just leave her be House? Just for once?'

'Becaaaaaaause Mom...'

House whined and with a jolly smile he waved at Wilson, who by know was hitting his head onto his desk, and left, already looking forward to his next visit.

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Two weeks.

Two full weeks, only to herself and relaxation and it sounded surreal in her own ears. But Lisa Cuddy had made a decision. She needed to get away for awhile and talking to Wilson, hearing his reassuring tone, and feeling his support made her call Sarah and ask her for the address.

All three of them knew that House would have a field day with the news so agreed to try and keep it away from him for as long as possible so she could at least make it onto the road. Then he wouldn't be able to stop her, she hoped so at least.

She hadn't left the address for James and knowing House would go through her stuff after he knew she was with Sarah she threw away the next sheet of paper from her notebook too, feeling slightly ridiculous for her persecution complex.

Lisa had gone home early to get packed wanting to leave early the next morning. She knew if she didn't leave immediately she would just find reasons not to go at all. And Sarah was right, lately she had felt hollow and a little get away would do her and her nerves some good.

With a flourish and a wide smirk she pushed the message box button, sighing as she listened to her new away message with a tiny jolt of happiness sparking in her. Tomorrow she would be gone. No more donors, board meetings or patient complaints. Only her, the nice jacuzzi in the cabin and lot's of books.

Closing her eyes Cuddy tried to imagine the feeling of the bubbles massaging her sore back, the scent wafting around her in the humid and warm air. The dream was short lived as her dream Lisa opened her eyes to a across her in the tub sitting House, smirk prominent on his lips as he told her he burned down the clinic.

'Oh god, maybe I do need to get away more desperately than I thought.'

With that last muttered sentence she closed the suitcase forcefully and groaned, praying that Jimmy would have everything under at least a semblance of control at the Hospital with House.

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

What Lisa Cuddy hadn't known was, that on the other side of the town, said Gregory House had just begun to throw everything he could remember he would need on a journey into his old duffel. His mind was set. If Cuddy was allowed on vacation without telling a soul he was too.

What he did not know was that James Wilson had tried to give the Dean a warning. Only to be hearing the jolly away message Cuddy had left for anyone who called, with a side remark for House to leave her alone or expect 200 more clinic hours for the next month if he dared to try to contact her.

Almost on the road now. Hope you enjoyed it.